[Host's harvesting needs detected: Multi-functional harvester and threshing machine! Task loading...]
[Mission World: Porcelain Workshop]
[Identity Loading: Su He, Daughter of a Porcelain Craftsman]
[Mission Title: Protect the Su family's ancestral "Sky Blue Glaze Transformation" secret recipe from being leaked!]
[Provide Items: Real-time System Communication]
[Task Reward: "Harvest Type" Multifunctional All-in-One Machine: Integrates intelligent harvesting, efficient threshing, grain selection, and flour refining modules (with unlimited energy core). Includes a miniature grain storage silo: for temporary storage of processed grains and flour.]
[Mission Penalty: Death!]
[Accept the mission: Yes/No?]
Harvesting, threshing, and grinding machine in one!
Fully automatic!
And there are granaries!
Jiang Chan looked at the detailed description, her eyes no longer showing any hesitation! As long as she could get rid of this damned primitive labor, she would brave any danger!
【yes!】
Her mind settled! A wave of dizziness instantly engulfed her! Her consciousness was thrown into an unknown spatial-temporal turbulence!
...
The workshop was stuffy and hot, with only a small oil lamp casting a dim yellow light in the corner. The air was filled with a strong smell of mud and the pungent odor of glaze.
Jiang Chan, or rather, Jiang Chan who has taken over the body of a girl named Su He, is silently assisting her father.
On the potter's wheel next to him, the clay blank of a thin-walled porcelain bottle slowly rotated between the thin but steady fingers of the father, Master Su, and the smooth body gleamed with a moist light under the lamp.
Master Craftsman Su's movements were focused, but his brows were furrowed with deep lines. Lately, Zhao Kui, the workshop's head manager, had been pressing him harder, his words constantly emphasizing the Su family's ancestral "Sky-Blue Glaze Transformation" secret recipe. This recipe was both the Su family's lifeline and their death warrant.
Suddenly, Master Su's body stiffened abruptly! The carving knife in his hand clattered to the ground and rolled into the shadows. He clutched his chest tightly with his left hand, making strange "hoarse" sounds in his throat, and his entire face instantly turned a purplish-red.
Jiang Chan's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to step forward.
puff--!
A mouthful of thick, black blood gushed out of Master Su's mouth without warning, splashing like ink onto the nearly finished, pure white porcelain bottle in front of him!
The bright red bloodstains spread rapidly across the delicate porcelain body, outlining a grotesque pattern. Master Su's body convulsed violently as if his tendons had been pulled out, and he staggered backward, falling heavily onto the cold ground, his hands and feet still kicking unconsciously.
Jiang Chan rushed over, trying to help him up. Master Su's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, staring intently at Jiang Chan, his lips trembling wildly, as if he wanted to say something, but could only utter hoarse "uh...uh..." sounds.
His gaze flickered desperately and subtly toward an inconspicuous old pottery jar covered in thick dust in the corner of the workshop, then suddenly lost focus, his head lolled to the side, and he remained motionless. Only his eyes remained wide open, lingering with endless pain, anger, and resentment.
The immense shock left Jiang Chan's mind blank for a moment. This wasn't a lingering emotion from the original owner of the body; it was her own shock at facing this blatant murder.
Poison! It's definitely poison! Zhao Kui has made his move!
Bang!
The workshop's already rickety wooden door was kicked open violently! The door slammed against the wall with a loud thud. Three tall figures blocked the doorway, standing against the faint light of the day outside, like three dark, imposing mountains.
The leader was a fat man wearing a silk robe. His oily face was plastered with a fake smile, but his eyes were like poisoned knives. He was none other than the head manager, Zhao Kui. Behind him were two thugs with burly faces and bare chests.
"Oh? What happened here?" Zhao Kui strolled in slowly, his thick boots thumping heavily on the muddy ground. He didn't even glance at Master Su lying on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the thin porcelain bottle stained with blood. A cruel smile crept across his lips, and he clicked his tongue twice: "Old man, you wouldn't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Asking you to hand over the secret recipe was a favor! You insisted on being stubborn! Now look what you've done, bleeding from all seven orifices, dying a horrible death! Feeling satisfied?"
He walked to Su Dajiang's corpse and lightly kicked Su Dajiang's shoulder with his toe, as if kicking a dead dog: "Serves you right!" Then, his venomous gaze finally fell on Jiang Chan.
Jiang Chan was still kneeling beside Master Su.
“Little brat,” Zhao Kui walked up to Jiang Chan, a stench of alcohol and greasy sweat assaulting her nostrils. He bent down, his fat face almost touching Jiang Chan's, his small eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty. “Your father was ungrateful and brought this upon himself. What about you? Do you want to follow in his footsteps, or do you want to live?”
He stretched out his thick, rough hand, its temperature repulsive, and grabbed Jiang Chan's chin, forcing her to look up and meet his inhuman eyes. "Speak! Where is the Su family's secret recipe?! Tell me, and I'll give you a job! Don't tell me..."
He suddenly tightened his grip, his nails almost digging into Jiang Chan's chin, causing her to gasp in pain. "...I'll send you down to join your dead father! Let you two keep each other company on the road to the underworld!"
A thug grinned and stepped forward, his large, fan-like hand grabbing Jiang Chan's thin arm. Like an iron clamp, he roughly lifted her from the ground and slammed her against the cold earthen wall. The rough surface of the wall hurt her back, and the cold touch seeped into her bones through her thin clothes.
Jiang Chan's vision blurred, and a feeling of suffocation washed over her. She gasped for breath, tears streaming uncontrollably down her dirty cheeks.
Zhao Kui watched with satisfaction as she appeared "terrified," his smile deepening and growing colder on his fat face. He moved closer, his pungent breath hitting Jiang Chan's face: "Crying? What good will crying do! I'll ask you one last time, where's the secret recipe?!"
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